Don’t you thirst for laughter?
not the fake, rancid clatter that comes within the poor smiles amongst upturned clown-masks but the real, authentic laughter that causes such pain in the stomach, such glittering in the eyes that stars begin to fall out of them and leads to a sore mouth and cheeks grant such rawness from smiling.
Oh can we even remember the way it feels like to laugh like this? Even when we feel every bit of ourselves inside are broken, can we remember to feel joy again, feel it uplift us, feel it permeate us, feel it sweep us up across the floor and raise us just for an instance..
Oh, don’t you thirst for laughter?